Midnight Montage

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] It was true, Emma did generally take charge in every aspect of her life, but tonight she was utilizing a different tactic. The young woman didn't know much about the man sitting beside her and she was fairly certain that he wasn't going to volunteer more information than Emma truly needed or insisted upon. She also knew that a person's actions told more than the things they said. So she decided she would put Gethro to the test and see how he would react to her if she gave him just a little bit of leeway. She assumed that because he was not high ranking pack member, he was accustomed to following orders as opposed to taking them. But what would he be like if he were given a little less structure and a little more input? Brushing back a few long stray hairs that had escaped from their position in her loose ponytail, the young woman spoke " no, I don't like entrusting my work on others either. I always say that if you want something done correctly, you ought to do it yourself. And I guess we should start heading out. I'm not a huge fan of the bar anyway. But where to first?" She cocked her head very slightly to the right as she made her inquiry. Emma felt that if the other packs in the area were friendly and hospitable, she should make some introductions. Needless to say, the young woman was very new to the area and didn't know much of its history or its inhabitants. She didn't like to be in the dark when things were going on and she felt much more comfortable knowing her surroundings inside and out. And it unnerved her that she was unfamiliar with the rest of the packs who resided in Orien. She knew that her ignorance made her very vulnerable and an easy target. She hoped she hadn't attracted any negative attention when she arrived, but she had no way of knowing. With Gethro's help or not, Emma was going to explore the lands and get to know the people in it. Of course it would be considerably easier with a helping hand but she was an independent woman and wasn't in dire need of someone's company. Reaching into her worn slouchy blue and gray purse, the young woman fished for a few solid silver coins and placed them casually on the bar top. She knew that it was time to take her leave. She wasn't sure whether the young man would accompany her or not, but she would go with or without him. Turning toward him while removing herself from the bar stool she said "It's high time I leave this place. The bar isn't really my scene anyway. And I have a lot to do before I settle in." She watched him with an expressionless face for a few short seconds before making a beeline for the door. Her shoes tapped quietly against the hardwood floor as the young woman made her way toward the door from which she had previously entered. Emma walked slowly enough to allow Gethro to catch up if he chose to do so. If he didn't arrive at her side within a few moments however, she would have no choice but to quicken her pace. It was after all, bitter cold outside and the young woman hadn't thought to unpack a jacket of some kind and bring it with her. Wrapping her arms snugly around her waist, the young woman kept her head up and walked casually down the paved sidewalk. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going to go or what she was going to do first. But only time would tell what the night would bring and if she would in fact, be enduring it on her own.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Still leaning back in his chair, he rested against the bar letting his back bare his weight. He wondered how she would respond. In a heart beat he had registered that she was willingly giving him a little leeway, a little elbow room so to speak. Still alpha's were finiky, he wasn't about to go out of his way and start acting like a natrual born leader or anything. Espeacially not around her, he had no reason to want to lead. In fact he was more then content with her doing that job. It surprised him when she answered dictating that she would rather pull her own weight rather then have the pack do it for her. He knew that some other alpha tended to be like that as well, but not all. Most were glad to see all there little hands working while they watched and waited for them to skrew up somehow. He didn't outrightly dismiss her test, but he did not just jump straight up off his chair and carry her through the territory either. There was alot for him to think about. For instance he had to know where she wanted to go, she was supposed to return straight back to the castle, but being alpha she didn't have to. Gethro was not going to take her on his patrol run either, that was his job, and he hated even imposing it on the stand in while he was on this current errand. No he would take her back and just answer any questions she might have. He wondered how much she actually knew about the packs in the area? Ironically just as he was about to lead the way out, she was one step ahead of him. She speedily made her exit after holding a stare with him for no more then a few seconds. At first he was tempted to leave her to find her own way back, possibly by following his sent trail if she was able to. That was not the case however, and cursing slightly, he made his way out of the bar and into the biting chill of the cold winter air. He grinned seeing that she hadn't run off yet. In a few short strides he was at her side. The confusion mixed with determination was not hard for him to notice on her face. First thing that came to his mind was that she looked cold. Instinctivly and curtly, he took off his dark jacket, and held it out in front of her. He could handle the cold, because he had gotten used to it living in the area for so long. "Here..." Then without looking her in the eyes he picked his next words. " I'm going to take you straight back, but I will answer any questions you may have as best I can..." _____________________ 570words.

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[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] The young woman wasn't the type of person to stand around and spurt out senseless and pointless complaints. Yes, it was cold out but she wasn't going to put off things that needed to be done simply because she hadn't thought to bring a jacket. Many of her things were still packed away, waiting to be retrieved but unpacking took time which Emma did not have. There were more important things to be concerned with. Emma was virtually in the dark in regards to Orien and those who resided there, and she knew that she needed to be brought up to speed before she even attempted to accomplish anyone else. And who better than to give her a few explanations than Gethro? Provided he came along with her. She knew that he had important things to do and she vowed to take only a small amount of his time. When he came up behind her, she turned to face him and cast him a nod of acknowledgement and watched as he removed his jacket and offered it to her. She knew that as much as she had been trying to hide her dislike of the cold, she was failing miserably. Emma was normally very stubborn and didn't relish accepting assistance when it wasn't completely necessary. But the cold was seeping through her bones, making every movement slow and painful. So as much as she didn't like to do it, she accepted his kindness. "Thank you.." Slipping her arms into the correct sleeves, she sank into the jacket's warmth and listened as Gethro spoke. When he was through, she answered plainly "Oh, that's alright. You don't have to take me anywhere. I thought I would do a little exploring tonight anyway. I really need to get an idea of the lay of the land before I do anything else. That should have been my first priority. But you can help me by answering some of my questions. I need to know about the other packs. I need to know the history of the town. Tell me everything that you know." If the woman was going to begin her explorations tonight she knew she damn well better equip herself with all of the information she possibly could. She knew that going into unfamiliar territory without knowing what she was getting herself into, could bring about dire consequences. She hoped that Gethro knew enough about the area and the creatures in it to give her thorough and informative answers. If he didn't, she would have to find an alternative way to get the knowledge she was seeking. Feeling a rough scratch at the back of her throat, the young woman quickly brought her left palm up toward her face and placed it carefully over her mouth. She had been plagued by a sore throat for the past few days but it had been coming and going in spurts. She wasn't extremely concerned about it just yet but she did know that one of the first signs of an oncoming illness, was pain in the throat. Emma remembered when her father first became ill, and his sickness began with a sore throat and mild muscle aches. Emma's mother eventually succumbed to the same fate but hadn't deteriorated as quickly as her father had. The woman hoped that the illness has passed her by, but she couldn't help but wonder if she was destined to fall victim to the same painful fate. Stopping to cough roughly into her hand, the young woman turned away from Gethro until she felt that she was through. When the coughs finally subsided, Em removed her hand from her face and began walking forward again. "I think that this dry winter air is finally getting to me. I can't wait until this is over. Though I know we have a long way to go.." She continued walking at a hurried pace, knowing that Gethro had things he needed to do. She wasn't sure which portion of the territory she should tackle first, and knew that she needed to do it as soon as possible. She was a little bit tired and if she waited too long, she felt that she wouldn't be able to accomplish much.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Gethro noted with a slight satisfaction at his part that she acknowledged his help and accepted his jacket without putting up a fuss. If it came down to it, he was perfectly willing to let her freeze until he had asked on her own, however he was glad that she had taken it. It would take a fool not to admit that the deadly chill was creeping into your bones. If you got sick, it wasn't likely that you would recover. Well at least not as likely as it used to be. Back before the Apocolypse, there was medicine, and everyone had equal share to it, equal claim. Illness was not as much of a problem. These were much darker times however, and people were dying almost every day from simple things such as a cough, or the common cold. Of course for lycans it was much harder to attain these diseases because there body temperature could kill the less evasive ones. That did not mean other trivial sickness like infection and fever could not effect them. Infection was one of they worst for them. Gethro had never been caught in the displeasure of catching a cold, or suffering infection from injury. The common man, and wolf, had more to worry about then the higher ups like alpha's. They had power, and so also had access to the short supply on medcine. True enough there were doctors still, but not many were acceptable in the lycan world. It would take a very patient lycan to be able to handle the position, and not get worked up into a fight over position. Gethro could honestly say he knew very few that could handle such a task even remotely sucessfully. Turning to Emma, he registered her push for more answers. It made him reassured to know that she thirsted knowledge, but he knew more then he was willing to tell. In his mind he had to make her seek her own answers to a point. In the end figuring things out on your own made you more knowledgeable, so long as you survive retrieving the information. " Well, Havren pack is the strongest in these parts. I've not heard of a stronger pack in quite some time. We have an archive in the castle where all of our pack confrontations and bussiness are kept. I', sure the elders can show that to you. Quite a hunk of books there, you'll enjoy that." He said the last with a hint of sarcasim. He knew what lie in there history, he held a wonder for such things, and so had taken to sneaking into the archives since he had been a young lycan. He wasn't technically supposed to know about certain articles he had browsed over. Some in fact he had snuck out, in hopes that he could keep them safe, as he trusted no one. " Not that I would know. I try to stay away from that place and there boring lectures." By now he had been walking, and he hadn't turned around to see if she had followed or not. Soon enough they reached the trees, and after walking in a little ways he turned and changed. His bones gave way and snapped easily into place, and a nice golden brown fur now covered his form, as he was now a wolf. _____________________ Comments: Sorry this took so long, school and all. 652words.

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